Get Off Easy

by Sara Brookes

  Tears wet the corners of her eyes, blurring her vision again so she couldn’t see the screen. They’d laid her bare, exposing every fear and insecurity she’d come into the room wearing. They’d shown her how they could help guide her past those emotions, face those fears as they stood beside her, holding her hand. Allow her to be the woman she knew she was deep down inside.

  The woman she kept hidden away.

  “You made me...pretty.”

  Saint grabbed the back of her neck, lifting her face so his clear eyes filled her field of vision. Fierce determination swam in the depths of his unwavering gaze. “You already are beautiful, Grae.” He tightened his grip. “And no amount of rigging, cameras, cuffs, or roleplay could ever adequately depict how gorgeous we think you are. How stunning you truly are to us.”

  “I...don’t know what to say.” A few of those restrained tears leaked out. “Thank you.” Her gratitude seemed inconsequential in comparison to the doors they’d just thrown wide open.

  “And if you ever need reminding, just let us know. We’ll be more than happy to do whatever it takes to show you.” Her tongue grew thick in her mouth, emotion thoroughly clogging her throat. But Saint seemed to know, and simply smiled at her. “Ready for more?”

  She couldn’t possibly take anything else. Not with the emotional upheaval she’d just experienced. As Saint crouched down, moving out of her field of vision, she realized she could. That she was more than willing and able to surrender.

  As Saint worked, Boyce continued to touch and stroke her. “Open for me, baby.”

  Her pulse skipped as Boyce eased her knees apart, helping his partner. She felt a tug on her ankle and realized she could only move her right leg up a few inches. She tried to concentrate on her breathing, inhaling and exhaling slowly, but Boyce pressed his mouth on her thigh, causing her body to ignite with renewed need.

  Something shifted, and now her left leg was restricted in the same manner as her right. She waited for Saint to do the same to her wrists, but instead, she was surprised when he cupped her shoulders. When he encouraged her to a sitting position, Boyce assisted, holding her weight as Saint made some kind of adjustment.

  Time elongated as sounds she couldn’t identify continued behind her. Every time she tried to focus, thought she’d recognized the noise, Boyce did something that would cause her attention to shift. Dug his fingers into her thighs, holding her wide and open in the air as he used his legs to cradle her close. Nipped at her chest, her mouth, as he held her suspended in the air.

  He stroked her lips with his tongue, a gentle touch that was more like a taste than a kiss, licking her as he rolled his hips forward, the obvious ridge of his erection pressing against her pussy. Ecstasy flowed through her unchecked, drawing forth a quiet whimpering from somewhere in her throat.

  “Hrm...that sounds wonderful,” Boyce told her.

  He felt wonderful. So much so, she knew she was never going to be the same if she kept playing this game with them. The thought was the bit of clarity in the madness she needed to pull her back into the moment. To make her realize she was far more lost to the scene—to them—than she’d planned.

  Playing on dangerous ground, girl. A very treacherous game.

  When something brushed against the back of her legs, she inhaled sharply. Her thoughts fractured when she realized Saint had slipped behind her and positioned himself underneath her on the bench.

  “Ready for the ride?” Boyce didn’t wait for her answer as he began to slowly lower her into position.

  She shuddered out a breath when Saint closed his hands around her hips as Boyce draped her over his partner’s body as much as the bonds would allow. Saint’s skin was hot, his muscles firm and taut under her. His heart beat steadily against her back.

  As her body swayed, she realized Saint wasn’t supporting her. Not entirely. The rigging he’d set up held her partially suspended so that she wasn’t lying directly on him. The freedom would allow him to move her, and himself, without the weight of her body suppressing any of his movements. He’d also suspended her at a slight angle so that she could still see the screens, see herself spread out and open.

  They were taking care of her safety. Her pleasure. But just as importantly, they were taking care of her. Something clicked in her chest and brought tears to her eyes again. They were everything. She was suddenly overwhelmed with the need to do what they commanded simply because she knew it meant she’d pleased them.

  Boyce came to stand beside her, bringing his face near hers. “You both look spectacular.”

  He closed his mouth over hers without warning, swallowing her gasp of surprise when he took her with an unexpected hunger. As Boyce plunged his tongue into her mouth, Saint dipped his fingers between her legs.

  She gasped into Boyce’s mouth when Saint brushed his fingers against the hard nub of her clit. His touch moved away, then back, away again, then back. So, so close to her throbbing clit. Teasing her as he traced the shape of her pussy, fold by fold, before withdrawing his hand again.

  Her physical connections with the men were so varied and different, yet so heady, as they worked in tandem to heighten her arousal. When Boyce groaned against her tongue, the vibrations rattled through her. Something brushed against her shoulder with patient, rhythmic movements. A bright spark ignited in her core when she realized Saint was also touching Boyce.

  Working them both.

  When Boyce tore his mouth away, hauling in air to breathe, she wanted to beg and plead for him to come back. But she knew better. Begging hadn’t gotten her anywhere last time. That was just wasted breath.

  “I need you,” she said quietly, hoping to encourage them. Her distinction of who she needed wasn’t clear. Mostly because she needed them both.

  Grae dropped her head back, angling it so she could see Boyce kneeling between her and Saint’s thighs. The dual sensation of being able to see and feel Boyce’s tender caresses caused a riot of sensations through her. And each time she tried to focus on what he was doing, he altered his attention.

  Now they both traced her folds, moving in tandem. Saint down one side. Boyce up the other. Teasing her hot opening. Her cunt clenched, aching to be filled. Overwhelmed, she whimpered.

  So empty.

  A single finger pushed inside her, stretching tissues ripe with need and achy with hunger. Another finger swirled over her clit, rubbing circles against the taut nub. She tried to arch her back, plead silently for them to give her more, but Saint had banded his arm under her breasts.

  All she could do was take it. Take what they were giving her.

  Another finger delved inside her, stroking, encouraging the building heat.

  Saint brushed his lips against her neck. “Not empty now, are you, angel?”

  Her eyes flew open. She hadn’t realized she’d spoken earlier. And now realized she didn’t care. They were filling her. Together. It shouldn’t feel this damn good, but oh, it did.

  Thank God.

  As they worked, her pulse expanded until her entire body was beating in time to her heart. She sank lower, surrendering to them inch by glorious inch. When she dropped her head back again, she caught sight of the image projected on the screens. Her core clenched around their probing fingers.

  “Do you like watching yourself, angel?” Saint whispered in her ear. “Your cunt just went all tight around our fingers when you looked at the screen.”

  “Yes.” Normally she didn’t. A few Doms had used mirrors in the same manner, having her face it while she masturbated for them. But this...helped satisfy her voyeuristic tendencies and hit all the right spots for physical pleasure.

  They shoved their fingers into her at the same time, causing her to cry out. “More. I need...more.”

  “Shh, you’ll have it. Just keep looking. Watching.”

  She did as Saint commanded,
observing as Boyce closed his mouth around the crown of Saint’s cock. Saint hissed softly against her back as Boyce slowly sucked on him. In the wide flat screen, Boyce outfitted his lover’s cock with a condom. Though he slid the latex into place with one smooth stroke, he took his time removing his hand. Saint’s chest moved against her back as his breathing grew shallow and ragged.

  She watched in fascination as Boyce tilted Saint’s erection toward her slit, pushing the hot skin against her already wet tissues. The contact of Saint’s scorching flesh slashed through her, dragging her high into the plane of pleasure they were erecting all around them.

  Saint adjusted, and she let loose a quiet mewl of pleasure as he slipped the head of his cock inside her. As she drew breath, he slid deeper, pushing his entire length into her before she’d finished her inhalation.

  A shudder wracked her body as a moan rattled her throat.

  Saint hissed. “Damn, angel. You are even tighter and hotter than I remember.” He shifted his hips, withdrawing from her until only the very tip of him remained inside her.

  “I told you,” Boyce offered, a touch of amusement threading through the arousal in his tone. “Though I’m not sure how it’s possible for her to be even more beautiful or sensual than she is right now.” As his words trailed off, Boyce dipped his face between her legs, grazing his tongue against her wet heat. She squirmed, wanting more of Saint’s cock, more of Boyce’s tongue. This continual teasing they kept raining down on her was fucking maddening.

  And damn if she didn’t want even more.

  With a few quick and efficient licks to her pussy lips, Boyce brought her right to the brink and held her suspended in the decadent plane between release and orgasm. He teased and tormented her. Denying her the climax she very much desired. The one she never wanted to arrive because she knew it would mean the end of the scene.

  Boyce lifted his head and licked his lips. “She tastes marvelous. Sweet. Like a good girl. But hot. Like a wanton woman riding my partner’s dick.”

  A quiet moan slipped between her parted lips. Agonizing pleasure swamped her. She needed to come. Needed to rid herself of this intense longing so she wouldn’t be so distracted. In a desperate attempt to come, she squirmed.

  “Be still,” Saint ordered, tightening his hold. As Boyce continued to suck on her clit and labia, Saint found a steady rhythm. He held her in place, driving up into her as the sounds spilling from her lips grew louder. Raspier.

  Arousal was a hot drug in her veins, racing through her muscles as Saint drove her toward orgasm. The image on the screen blurred for a second, then focused, giving her a view of what was happening in hi-def glory. Allowed her to see what she could only feel. The combination of the sight, sound, and feel of the two men, lofted her to a higher plane she’d never experienced before.

  Time seemed to bend.

  Yes. Yes. This. So much of this. And more.

  “So fucking tight. Come on, baby,” Saint dragged out. “Come on.”

  Pleasure seared through her veins with a wildness she couldn’t contain, scoring the men across her soul. Her heart. White light filled her vision as every muscle in her body released at once. She screamed, pulling against the bindings that held her tight. Boyce pinched her clit just as Saint pinched her nipples.

  She screamed again, fighting the combination of pain and pleasure sweeping through her system. Saint’s roar of release sounded in her ears just as he slammed fully into her and relinquished his control.

  She panted, fighting to gain her bearings again. To find a sense of order in the chaos. But her mind wouldn’t clear. She was aware of one thing—once again, her desire to have both men at the same time wasn’t going to be fulfilled tonight. They’d teased her with the idea, giving her the gift of their combined touch.

  She was dimly aware of switches being flipped. Of her bindings being released. Of being lifted by a strong pair of arms that cradled her close, cosseting her and offering support.

  Saint’s smile greeted her when she finally opened her eyes. Despite the euphoria swirling through her, she frowned.

  Saint touched her lip. “You okay?”

  “You don’t play fair.”

  His booming laugh jostled her. “Playing fair is all a matter of perception.”

  “My perception is that both of you aren’t playing by the rules.”

  Boyce joined them just as she crossed her arms. “What’s this?”

  “Grae is pouting. Very cutely too, I might add. She says we’re not playing fair. I suspect because she wants us both. And we keep denying her.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  “I really need to get home.”

  Saint touched Grae’s abdomen as they lounged in the recovery area of Court. They were enjoying the quiet strains of soft, orchestrated music. After the loud pulsing music he’d pumped into their immediate area during the scene, it was a welcome relief. Her muscles jumped under his touch, her eyes fluttering closed for a brief moment.

  “Those aftershocks are lovely.” He touched her again, smiling against her shoulder when she shivered. “So lovely, I’m not sure how you could even consider going home. Leaving all this.”

  Leaving us. He left the last part unsaid, afraid it would scare her off. Especially because she kept mentioning the need to go home. Yet here she was, in his arms, luxuriating in aftercare, while Boyce disconnected the equipment and cleaned up.

  Aftercare had always been something he enjoyed the most. Sometimes even more than the scene itself. Reconnecting. Being supported. He always enjoyed giving and receiving aftercare. Though, through the years, he’d found he preferred giving it.

  “Things still aren’t going as well as I would like. Jackson is really digging in his heels on this change.”

  Her voice was heavy. An aftereffect of the pleasure he’d given her. Which meant she’d gone deep, but not quite enough. Not all the way. She was still worried about work. They’d have to try harder. Which he wasn’t opposed to, but he wanted that kind of surrender from her to happen in private. Grae wouldn’t allow herself to truly give in one hundred percent unless they were alone.

  Stubborn woman.

  “I think he’s starting to feel the pressure of so many moneymakers that haven’t been critical successes.”

  “It really does seem as though he wants to go one way and the studio another.”

  “Exactly. And who wins the argument is the deciding factor if I have to go re-cut the trailer. The laptop I have with me just isn’t enough to do what I need.”

  “I can get you something. Loan it to you for a while.” He latched on to the bright spark of possibility. He’d been looking for a way to remind her she had the kind of job that could be done anywhere. “I’ve got enough spares around that I could have something decent for you by tomorrow. Any special programs you need? That may be the tricky part.”

  Her damp hair brushed his skin as she shook her head. “My programs are all cloud-based. I just need to log into my secure servers and I’m set.”

  Which is exactly what he’d been hoping to hear. “Excellent. I’ll have a computer to you by tomorrow morning.”

  “You two talking geek speak instead of relaxing?” Boyce came around the partition and joined them.

  “I would relax if you two would play fair.”

  Boyce turned contemplative as he joined them on the long couch. “There’s that word again—fair. Need I remind you that you weren’t complaining when Saint had you tied up? When you were screaming your climax?” That sexy pout of hers grew larger, amusing him. Pleasing him. She wasn’t pouting because she was disappointed things weren’t going along according to her plan. She pouted because they were. “Fair isn’t exactly the name of the game, sweetheart. And if your lower lip pokes out any further, I believe Saint will put you front and center with the cameras again. Because
you enjoyed that far more than you’re willing to admit.”

  Grae grunted, and raised her knees to her chest. With that position, Boyce found it was the perfect angle to reach over and slide his hand between her legs. She was damp where Saint had washed her, but the heat signaled her arousal. Probably wouldn’t take much to have her pleading once again.

  She sounded lovely when she did.

  She tried to wiggle away. He pulled her back, pressing two fingers on either side of her pussy lips. When she began to squirm, he allowed her some freedom, knowing she was just making it worse.

  Or better.

  “I’m supposed to be upset with you both.” Though she whined out the words, she arched her back, grinding down against Saint’s growing erection. The way this woman made him ache was truly astounding.

  Trailing through her slippery folds, he slipped two fingers inside her heat. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Saint capture her face, bring it closer, and swallow her sigh. Boyce watched them, enjoying the way her muscles tightened around his fingers as he continued to stroke her. As Saint ravished her mouth.

  “Touch him, angel,” Boyce whispered in her ear.

  She groaned into Saint’s mouth as Boyce pressed his finger high into her, finding her sweet spot and pushing against it to toy with the sensitive bundle of nerves he knew would send her flying. Her system was still revved.

  Saint’s quiet groan sounded through the small space, vibrating the air with his urgency. Boyce continued to watch as she wrapped her hand around the tip of Saint’s cock, which was peeking between parted denim. Boyce brushed his lips against her shoulder, feeling her move as she wrapped her hand around his partner’s dick. He kept brushing against her sweet spot, giving her some of what she wanted, but not what she needed.

  Exactly how he preferred.

  The couch under him moved as Saint began churning his hips in rhythm to her strokes. They weren’t in a sceneing area, but damn if Boyce cared. He’d hash out their blatant disregard for the rules with Kochran later. When it came to Grae, rules were meant to be bent.